trinket

trinket

A Poem by charlie
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A poem about a society's addiction to histrionics. That, and a severe case of crabs

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It was the whining of the wheel which soothed the tiny crab


Building boulders out of tiny little grains of sand


And groaning all the way through the wistful and the drab


Rained crumbs into clouds with his heart shaped hands


 


 


Romancing - oh! - the gilded stars in their soulful heaven


The tiny little crab sat anchored in a bog


And fiddling with the salt believing it was leaven


Struck stones for a fire... though it bellowed out fog


 


 


‘To the moon’, cried the crab, ‘I do swear my devotion’


And it rippled on the shore as the winds swept by


Mounting sighs on the waves of syrup soaked emotion


It was art - pure art, in the little crab’s eye


 


 


And a swell rose up then a swell sunk down


In dire sympathy with the little crab’s pain


There was spooning, there was swooning, there was kissing in the town


There were sirens in the heart; though vacant was a brain...


 


 


All the “oohs...” and the “aahs...” in the world pleased the crab


The rosey agonising - it eased his bleeding chest


‘Til at last he did sprawl on a claret stained slab


Waving gulls to his belly, and gifting them his breast


 


 


Yet the little crab just smiled - having satisfied his quest:


Lying there and dying, so artfully depressed


 


 


© 2016 charlie


Author's Note

charlie
One of a series of things I've written over the years, looking outward at the drunkenness of the tide. People do funny things when they're drunk.

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It's quite funny and using a crab is genius here

Posted 7 Years Ago


your images are vivid and laid out in a most intriguing way

Posted 8 Years Ago


charlie

8 Years Ago

Hello Cherrie Palmer. Thanks to you for taking time :)
This was such a beautiful piece, can't wait to read more.

Posted 8 Years Ago


charlie

8 Years Ago

Thanks! You can find them here: http://www.writerscafe.org/thatchapcharlie
Ah.
I am in fact quite partial to this.
Beautifully written.
Do not stop writing.

Posted 8 Years Ago


charlie

8 Years Ago

I'm sure we've all had our moments, only some allow their moments to keep momentary while some hunke.. read more
PhoenixDown

8 Years Ago

An old German woman once told me "When you stop moving, you rust..."
charlie

8 Years Ago

Ido Portal
yes, they do...love the metaphor----the crab giving himself to the gulls and feeling it is some kind of art to die...

people seem to do the same...and often kill themselves with the tides of booze.

also reminds me of sylvia plath's great lines "dying is an art. like everything else, i do it exceptionally well"

the crab heard the oohs and aahs...for his antics...as do the drunken people who think they are entertaining...:)))

Posted 8 Years Ago


charlie

8 Years Ago

oh Jacob - the crab did so much than hear the oohs and aahs... he felt them. He FELT them! :)

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